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Post by Tivares Alsef on Apr 27, 2015 22:05:36 GMT -6
Being an immortal pseudo deity really isn't all that it's cracked up to be. For one, you don't get any awesome god powers that let you ignore walking distances, or the laws of nature (Rain is water, water is wet. Simple stuff.) Sure, you get the whole immortality thing, but honestly, getting killed over and over just because people don't like you? Swords hurt, especially if you get stabbed with one.
Tivares stormed in to the Church of Her, ("who?" he thought, briefly annoyed.), complaining about the rain, the roads, getting lost, Lanora's uselessness, and a plethora of other things he had recently encountered.
"Minister!" He shouted, throwing his wet clothes in a heap on the floor. "I have arrived! Greet me!" He strode forwards, tracking mud all over the floors. "I don't have all day!"
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Apr 29, 2015 18:30:19 GMT -6
The Minister first heard the door swing open, then the clattering of footsteps, then a boisterous voice yelling his title. At first concerned and then confused, he got up from his small prayer/reading booth, closed the sandy leather-bound tome that he'd obtained recently, and made his way as quickly as possible to answer the call, knowing very well that as quickly as possible was a snail's pace with his legs and need now for a cane.
When he finished climbing the many stairs leading from the basement, he found himself in the great hall, his windows letting in a greyish-blue aura from outside, rain pattering against the walls, and a completely drenched young man in red garb and looking rather proud.
"My, my, Laertes!" he cried out, rushing back to the kitchen to obtain as fresh a cloth as he could to dry off the man. "It's raining more than an Angle Isle out there, and that's truly saying something."
He handed him the towel and offered him a seat towards the front of the hall, where was placed an altar, a large, stained-glass window high above, and a basket of bread. It hadn't been too long since the Minister had guests, and they had become more numerous since spring came around. But this man was one that he knew he had a prior appointment with rather than him being an unexpected--and much welcomed--guest.
Still, he acted as though he didn't know why he was here, and smiled as he stood in front of the altar. "What brings you here on such a wet day, if not shelter or tea?"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Apr 30, 2015 10:21:33 GMT -6
"Who the hell is Laertes?" Tivares wondered, confused. Shaking his hair so that water droplets splattered all over the Minister, Tivares marched past him and down the stairs that his esteemed host had appeared from. "What's down here?" he asked, ignoring the question.
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on May 1, 2015 19:49:35 GMT -6
O'Donnel reached out to stop the man, but his arm's weren't long enough, and with the speed of the gesture, he fell forwards, nearly losing balance until placing his cane in front of him for him to slide down.
He pulled himself back up to a standing position and began to follow his guest. "Wait, Mr!" he called out. "That is a sacred altar, not for common use!"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on May 3, 2015 22:53:58 GMT -6
Snickering, Tivares kept walking, ignoring the Minister. "Sacred? Perfect. I love sacred things. I'm sacred, did'ja know? This one time, Nora and I were at this town, and they thought we were gods or summat. Good times." He rambled, taking the steps two at a time. "So, I have a proposition for you, Mr Minister.""
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on May 7, 2015 18:34:33 GMT -6
He threw himself in front of the altar, stretching his thin body as to not let the man touch it. He became exceedingly confused when the man offered to make him a deal; after all, he and Her were accustomed to making deals, as they believed fondly in the law of equivalent exchange, but it was usually him who initiated the dealing.
Although shocked, he found himself intrigued. "What might that deal be, my rambunctious friend?"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on May 11, 2015 16:03:18 GMT -6
Smiling coyly, Tivares leaned back, resting on a pillar. "What are your opinions..." He began, pausing for what he assumed was effect. "On War?"
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on May 11, 2015 21:02:57 GMT -6
O'Donnel jumped back, surprised and admittedly slightly disgusted by the inquiry. Waving his wooden cane in front of the newcomer's face, he frowned harshly. "War? Why, good for nothing wastes of time, that's what I think of war. If you think that you can waltz in here--a holy place!--and speak to me of starting a war, then you are seriously misled!"
He threw his arms in the air and began prancing around the room angrily. "War! That is a terrible idea!" Then, he stopped and scuttled back to the man before quickly adding: "What kind of war are we talking about here?"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on May 12, 2015 10:06:25 GMT -6
His smile growing with the Minister's discomfort, Tivares answered with glee. "You know, the profitable kind of war. The kind of war that small religions profit off of, with all the poor, poor citizens looking for method in the madness. The kind of war that cleanses, the kind of war that you can control." Turning around, Tivares started to walk slowly towards the exit. "If you aren't interested, well, then it seems I misjudged you. Have a nice day, and brace yourself. A storm is coming, and you won't be part of it."
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on May 13, 2015 19:56:03 GMT -6
The Minister quickly reached out, his cane swinging madly, as he chased after the young man.
"Wait!" he called out, his voice cracking. He stopped behind the man and bowed slightly, mostly trying just to catch his breath after the small sprint. "I...I cannot agree with this plan." He paused for a moment before continuing, now standing straight again. "But I am bound by contract to do what it takes to see that Her crusade and Her Champion's crusade come to successful fruition."
He sat down on one of the benches, twiddling the cane between his hands as he spoke. "But if I am to assist you, you are to keep my involvement a secret. On top of that, those not affiliated with this...planned war will not be harmed, especially should they find themselves under my wing. I must know that you agree to my terms before I can properly agree to yours."
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Post by Tivares Alsef on May 14, 2015 22:04:59 GMT -6
Tivares sat down in front of the Minister, fingers drumming on the bench. "Splendid. Let's talk, shall we?" He started humming, his voice wavering between horribly out of tune and screeching. Stopping suddenly, he twirled around, looking the Minister straight in the eye. "I agree to your terms. I'll have my people contact yours." He paused, pensive. "I don't have any people. I'll get in touch when you are needed." "That sounded so cool oh my god." He thought to himself, feeling very pleased. He stuck out his hand, impatiently. "Shall we shake on it?"
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on May 22, 2015 23:08:39 GMT -6
O'Donnel reached out to grab the man's hand after taking what he saw as a quick moment to think things through; however, as his hand extended, he noticed the small blue slit on his ring shining slightly, which meant that someone on the other end was listening or wanting to speak. "You'll have to excuse me for a moment."
The Minister withdrew for a moment and lifted the ring to his ear and listened before bringing his finger down once more. He put his hand out, although now it shook slightly more than usual, and not an old man shake. It was a fearful shake.
"It was Her Champion, although he wouldn't speak for long," he stated. "He told me that he would meet your people, and that I am to be his messenger with his permission to negotiate in certain situations. Is there any information I should relay to him about this...plot of yours?"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on May 24, 2015 22:54:00 GMT -6
"Other than the fact that it's going to be totally awesome? And that it's going to rock this land to it's very core? Tell him to watch the dark temple. Things are brewing over there, and they will be crucial to this conflict. Watch the Scale, they possess silver tongues, and have the potential to ruin this for us. I have an insider in the scale though, so it should be under control."
Tivares cocked his head in curiosity. "That's a mighty fine ring you have there. Portable light show? Where can I get one?"
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on May 27, 2015 19:52:21 GMT -6
O'Donnel nodded. "My eye has been on the scale since my arrival in this village. Not that I don't like them, particularly, but they seem not to trust me just yet, and with their leader having threatened me more than once, you can never be too careful."
Upon his ring being mentioned, he stood up with his cane in his hand and smiled. "This? This is how one who follows Her path-or even associates with it, for that matter-wears to show it."
He walked over to his altar and opened a small, round container. He dug his hand into it before pulling it out almost immediately: now, there were a few rings in his hand, all identical to the one he wore on his index finger. Their dark silver coat shimmered under the light produced by the stained glass above them, and their cobalt slits beckoned with flashes and sparkles to be in contact with any sort of soul.
"They also let wearers communicate telepathically," he added as he sat back down, offering one to the man in front of him. "Perhaps you'd like to see for yourself?"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on May 28, 2015 21:36:07 GMT -6
"For me? You shouldn't have" Tivares replied, reaching for the trinket. Slipping it in to the palm of his hand, he admired the stone with interest. "I'm not sure I want people mucking around in my head though." He grinned, tilting his head. "I'm not sure you want to be mucking around in here, either." His mouth twitched briefly, as if he was had tasted something unpleasant. "Where'd you pick these up"?
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